In the early morning of July 24, at one-thirty, Xia Pingzhou swiped the room card and pushed open the door.
Xia Pingzhou raised his hand to scratch his nose and looked up, as expected, Ayase Origami was awake.
He took the room card when he went out, so the power inside was off. She couldn't turn on the lights and was sitting by the window, quietly flipping through a haiku book by the light of the moon.
"Since you're awake, do you want to go to the tavern for a drink?" Xia Pingzhou asked, "The others are there too."
"I don't want to go." Ayase Origami didn't turn her head.
"Bloodline is waiting for us downstairs."
"Even more I don't want to go."
"Alright, then I won't go either."
After speaking, Xia Pingzhou silently bowed his head and sent a text to Bloodline with his phone.
[Xia Pingzhou: Sleeping, don't wait for me, Over.]
[Bloodline: (middle finger)]
